~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. Claudine wasn’t really a fan of Peralta’s type of music but it had to be tolerated, didn’t it? Still, the warm and sunny classroom was enough to make up for the music. She arched an eyebrow, having caught sight of Peralta’s bare feet. “Hi, Professor,’’ That’s when her gaze happened to catch the instructions on the board and she smirked at the mention of stinky feet. Claudine’s feet were always neat, the nails trimmed properly and painted light pink.
The Snakette removed her shoes and socks then made her way further into the room where she took a seat next to Fiona. “Hi again, Fiona.” |